Scotch Rising, page 4
been, seen as a savage by you perhaps, in every bone of her body she was steadfast. She was loyal and she was carrying my child.” The last came out in a whisper. Wick’s expression of horror either reflected my anger or my admission. I did not care. “She and the child were meant to be the start of my family and now she is dead. I suggest you make peace with this before you find my direction again.”
I stood and picked up the parcel, stowing it beneath my arm. Anger and pain radiated from my body. I watched it sting every person with whom it came into contact. Wick stood up and reached a hand out, I rebuffed him and walked back out into the darkened street. The shadows would hide my grief until morning.
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I stood and picked up the parcel, stowing it beneath my arm. Anger and pain radiated from my body. I watched it sting every person with whom it came into contact. Wick stood up and reached a hand out, I rebuffed him and walked back out into the darkened street. The shadows would hide my grief until morning.
